Sometimes in the morning,
when I'm feeling kind of low,
I look into the mirror,
man, the lines they really show.
When I was 17 was this the dream
that I had planned?
Living all alone
with the face of my old man.
Chorus:
Is this the picture that I wanted
to hang upon my wall?
A portrait of my life
to share with one and all?
I thought I had plan
but somewhere I got lost.
Is this the picture that I wanted
to hang upon my wall?
Sometimes in the evenings,
when I go out on the town,
they say not to look needy
as I slowly look around.
I buy the girls some drinks,
"yeah I was married once, you know.
She could have left when I was young
but now's the time she chose.
(Chorus)
Maybe if I felt different,
if I felt I had slowed down,
I'd realize that 21
just won't come back around.
But my heart still loves and longs
and my hands still write love songs.
After all these years
I don't think less of me.
And sometimes in the late night
when the bars are closing down.
There's a lump inside my throat
and the beer won't wash it down.
The girls are half my age
but I'm hoping some will see
behind this wrinkled face
is still a boy with all his needs.
(Chorus)
Is this the picture
to hang upon my wall?
The story of my life
to tell to one and all?
I thought I'd have it made by now
but somewhere I got tossed.
it's not the picture that I wanted
to hang upon my wall.
Artist: Armin Van Buuren
Artist: Nellie Mckay
Artist: Jonny Lang